Angry

Angry

A Poem by EverEmma

Who is this person
Sitting on his cushioned chair
Pressing the buttons on his control

Eyes no longer fazed.
By my desperate pleads
The stench of refusal fills my nose

I slump down,
In awe of his blunt words
I simply can not comprehend

Who is this person
Sitting on his cushioned throne
Pressing the buttons on his control

I miss him
As reality is my only path
All I can ask is "Why?"

Can't he hear the pain in my voice
Is there only one way to get him to regain,
The consciousness

I am no one to him anymore
Just a minuscule voice in his head
No longer asking, but weeping

Is it to much to ask
Can I please have him back
Back through the mirrored door

Who is this person
Sitting on his cushioned chair
Pressing the buttons on his controller


 

© 2010 EverEmma


Author's Note

EverEmma
Why is growing up so hard?

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I can feel the tension and sadness radiating from your words... A sadness I know well.

Posted 14 Years Ago


Growing up is, unfortunately, a pain, but it is also a wondrous dance between pain and pleasure, love and hate, happy and sad, angry and peaceful. it is the lessons we learn and the heart and soul we keep that is the prize we strive to hold. Its hard but worth it hun. the words above are a testament to the lonelier side of life yet a learning tool to understand that is something we dont like. The poem is awesome the pain of being alienated in our own home is a horrible empty feeling to have and you have expressed it beautifully

Posted 14 Years Ago


I like this poem. We can be with someone and be locked out. The poem emotion of being separated but block out. I like the repetition. Sometime we must ask so we can know what is going on. What do you want? A excellent poem.
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Posted 14 Years Ago


you gave alot of strong emotions in this poem
I loved it
Great write :)

Posted 14 Years Ago


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growing up is pretty lame it feels closer and closer to death but it also is a growth thats needed for us to learn and become acceptant to the fact that life is precious and if we grow like we should we will learn to enjoy more and more of wut we can before we pass and learn the real truth good write!

Posted 14 Years Ago


Beautiful poem. I like the openess and emotion in it

Posted 14 Years Ago


Growing up is supposed to be hard to teach you the things you need to go through your life as an adult, to answer your question. Good job as always, Em. (:

Posted 14 Years Ago


this is deeply touching~ heartrending our way to maturity~

Posted 14 Years Ago


This is one heart-breaking poem with lots of confused, authentic emotions. Good write. Keep going.

Posted 14 Years Ago



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